get to know ur watchersthis is cool *__* )!!More Like This
What can I call you: mion, tsun
What's your favorite color: pastel blue
What's your favorite movie: wolf children
What's your favorite food: alfredo pasta, omlette rice
What's your favorite animal: cats
Do you have any pets: no q__q
If yes, tell me about them!:
Got any hobbies: eating, sleeping, crying, drawing
What's a huge pet-peeve of yours: OH MAN.. i have a lot of pet-peeves but.. noises being made w/ your mouth (i.e. whistling, clicking, etc.)
What's your biggest goal in life!: tbh i don't know anymore
What's your favorite kind of drink: water
What's your favorite candy: cookies 'n' creme hershey's bar : )
What's something you're totally obsessed with right now!: UHM.. i don't know!!
If you could learn one instrument (one you don't already know) which would it be: violin!!
What's something you're really afraid of: spiders, gore.. permane
catcall got your tongue?i.More Like This
the man says,
his whistles echo
like choking screams
from the passenger side window.
in a moment the car
has swept into the distance
in a windstorm of red-brown dirt.
it's two months after my twelfth birthday
and for the first time
I feel the fears of a woman.
we were in middle school
at some friend's pool party,
swimming in orange afternoon sun.
they crossed the dried grass
in their bikinis and the cars,
I can still hear their honking,
all of us startled like little birds
by the sound--
squealing out beneath grinning faces,
our bodies barely out of the first gate.
stubbornly crossing my arms
and wrapping in my towel,
staring at the shutters of the house
I couldn't hear.
she was barely old enough
to ride her bike by herself
when she came home crying--
auntie was dying of cancer
and all she could think of
was the laughter of the boys in her class
at the word "breast".
they were jokers cack
Germany x Reader - Phone ConfessionMore Like This
It was startlingly late at night when your eyelids shot open, your vision temporarily blurred from grogginess as your phone’s ringtone blared from your nightstand.
Propping yourself up into a sitting position with a groan, you rubbed your eyes. “Really?” you croaked, irritation evident in your words as you reached out for the device. “Why is someone calling at this ungodly hour?”
Attempting to glance at the caller ID to see who was calling, you squeaked once your eyes were met with the bright screen of your phone, instantly causing you to reel back and wait until your eyes adjusted to the sudden change in light. “I swear, if this is Alfred calling to come over because of some scary movie he watched, I’m going to push him into a lake,” you muttered, reclining onto your headboard with a sigh.
Germany x Reader - CuddlyMore Like This
Ludwig was a cute sleeper.
You’d give him that.
With his peaceful expression and soft snores, he resembled a giant, huggable teddy bear; the fact that his hair was down didn’t help too much either, because it only seemed to add to the adorable look.
Nonetheless, even if he did resemble a teddy bear, he definitely wasn’t acting like one – on the contrary, it was you who was acting like a teddy bear.
“I’m so thirsty,” you whined pitifully, squirming around in Ludwig’s strong hold. “Lemme go, Luddy! Wake up! I wanna get some water!”
The German didn’t even move, earning yet another whine from you.
For ten minutes you’d been trying to escape Ludwig’s arms, yearning for a nice cup of water to quench your thirst; however, much to your chagrin, Ludwig had a bad habit of cuddling in his sleep.
Well, you wouldn’t really call it bad – if anything, you enjoyed being cuddled by the
You May Say I'm An Artist...More Like This
I am haunted in this holiday season by the opening lines of Charles Dickens’s A Tale of Two Cities, his novel about a society 250 years ago coming apart in its seemingly irreconcilable divisions. Could it be these lines define where we have come to find ourselves today?
“It was the best of times,
it was the worst of times,
in the age of wisdom,
it was the age of foolishness,
it was the epoch of belief,
it was the epoch of incredulity,
it was the season of Light,
it was the season of Darkness,
it was the spring of hope,
it was th